Chase me away I won't Return: Prologue
By: KSS
I do not own any of the characters so don't sue.
Just an idea I had for about a year now. I wrote this when I was bored so it didn't come out all too well. Read anyways. It's my version of what happened after the Korean army came and chased Hwoarang and Jin away. Yaoi themes may be involved later.
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"Hwoarang. . . Hwoarang!"
"Hmm. . .take the I-30 freeway to. . . . and. . . "
"Hwoarang!"
"Lets see. . . how many miles is that. . .?"
"Hwoarang!"
"Will you shut up already!" The lost Korean slammed the map down on the hood of the car and glared at Jin through the windshield. "What's your problem?!"
Jin laid back against the leather seat of the black firebird convertible and glared Hwoarang with the most icy eyes in the world. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, the sight of Hwoarang this aggravated proved the theory he had been tossing around in his head for about an hour. . .no, wait. . .Two days now. "You have no clue where we are, do you?"
Hwoarang just stared at him for a long moment. His firm expression slowly turned into a fake thoughtful, then just plain helpless. "I have no clue in hell where we are." He confirmed and ripped the map in two.
Jin sighed and sank into his seat. They were lost. . .somewhere on an endless highway in the middle of a desert, they were being chased by the Korean army, and now they had no map. "Hwoarang?"
The red head had sunk to the ground and was resting against the front of the car. He looked tired, and hungry and frustrated to a point that wasn't healthy for a fellow martial arts student. "What?"
"Did you really have to chase me into that parking lot just to fight me?"
"Don't make me regret that any more than I already do."
"You learn from your mistakes I suppose." He fell silent and rested his head on the ledge of his rolled down the window to stare out over the endless sands.
"You're one to talk Kazama. Just remember I kicked your ass back there."
Jin rolled his eyes, brushing off the younger mans sarcasm with utmost finesse. . . maybe not. "As I recall, you said the same exact thing when your army buddies were shooting at us!"
"What's your point?"
"That repetition is a sign of stupidity."
"What the hell are you trying to say!?" Hwoarang pulled himself to his feet using the hood as a hoist. He planted his fists against the black metallic and stared angrily at Jin.
"That you were a complete, selfish, moron to actually stalk me for a fight. Did you not have any common sense or pride, to actually fight me in the middle of a parking lot? Or for that matter, did you even think about the consequences of going AWOL just to get revenge on me? Not only that but you had the my granfathers whole company in your hands, and enough money to BUY that fucking car, AND pay these rediculous fines you've gotten us into. And yet you sold the company off as soon as you got it."
"Fine! I admit those weren't some of my better choices but how the hell does that help us now!?"
"Right now? You can let me do the driving."
"No! This car is my baby!"
"Your baby? You STOLE this car from that old man at the car dealer. How can it be your baby?"
"It just is, so shut up. You're not laying a hand on that wheel."
Jin turned his head to look at Hwoarang fully. And lazily, he reached over and laid a hand on the wheel and pressed down. The shrill sound of the car horn penetrated the eery quietness and sent Hwoarang toppling back in surprise.
"You son of a bitch!"
"If this car were a real child, it'd be dead right now. . . "
"Kazama!"
To be continued. . . .or thrown away. Which one shall it be guys?
By: KSS
I do not own any of the characters so don't sue.
Just an idea I had for about a year now. I wrote this when I was bored so it didn't come out all too well. Read anyways. It's my version of what happened after the Korean army came and chased Hwoarang and Jin away. Yaoi themes may be involved later.
- -
"Hwoarang. . . Hwoarang!"
"Hmm. . .take the I-30 freeway to. . . . and. . . "
"Hwoarang!"
"Lets see. . . how many miles is that. . .?"
"Hwoarang!"
"Will you shut up already!" The lost Korean slammed the map down on the hood of the car and glared at Jin through the windshield. "What's your problem?!"
Jin laid back against the leather seat of the black firebird convertible and glared Hwoarang with the most icy eyes in the world. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, the sight of Hwoarang this aggravated proved the theory he had been tossing around in his head for about an hour. . .no, wait. . .Two days now. "You have no clue where we are, do you?"
Hwoarang just stared at him for a long moment. His firm expression slowly turned into a fake thoughtful, then just plain helpless. "I have no clue in hell where we are." He confirmed and ripped the map in two.
Jin sighed and sank into his seat. They were lost. . .somewhere on an endless highway in the middle of a desert, they were being chased by the Korean army, and now they had no map. "Hwoarang?"
The red head had sunk to the ground and was resting against the front of the car. He looked tired, and hungry and frustrated to a point that wasn't healthy for a fellow martial arts student. "What?"
"Did you really have to chase me into that parking lot just to fight me?"
"Don't make me regret that any more than I already do."
"You learn from your mistakes I suppose." He fell silent and rested his head on the ledge of his rolled down the window to stare out over the endless sands.
"You're one to talk Kazama. Just remember I kicked your ass back there."
Jin rolled his eyes, brushing off the younger mans sarcasm with utmost finesse. . . maybe not. "As I recall, you said the same exact thing when your army buddies were shooting at us!"
"What's your point?"
"That repetition is a sign of stupidity."
"What the hell are you trying to say!?" Hwoarang pulled himself to his feet using the hood as a hoist. He planted his fists against the black metallic and stared angrily at Jin.
"That you were a complete, selfish, moron to actually stalk me for a fight. Did you not have any common sense or pride, to actually fight me in the middle of a parking lot? Or for that matter, did you even think about the consequences of going AWOL just to get revenge on me? Not only that but you had the my granfathers whole company in your hands, and enough money to BUY that fucking car, AND pay these rediculous fines you've gotten us into. And yet you sold the company off as soon as you got it."
"Fine! I admit those weren't some of my better choices but how the hell does that help us now!?"
"Right now? You can let me do the driving."
"No! This car is my baby!"
"Your baby? You STOLE this car from that old man at the car dealer. How can it be your baby?"
"It just is, so shut up. You're not laying a hand on that wheel."
Jin turned his head to look at Hwoarang fully. And lazily, he reached over and laid a hand on the wheel and pressed down. The shrill sound of the car horn penetrated the eery quietness and sent Hwoarang toppling back in surprise.
"You son of a bitch!"
"If this car were a real child, it'd be dead right now. . . "
"Kazama!"
To be continued. . . .or thrown away. Which one shall it be guys?